*Author's Note: A poem putting anxiety into a perspective. A humanization.*
There is no water
Yet, I drown
I wish to thrive under pressure
Crushed instead, I gasp for normality
I reach for familiarity
Grasping nothing
I fall deeper, still, into myself
I can see nothing
I feel everything
I'm deaf and blind
I cannot speak
I am silenced
Straining for my senses
Comfort is far away
A distant dream
An alternate reality
You come in the dark
You come in the quiet of my mind
Put up a fight
Stay Alive
Lick my wounds
I await for you again tomorrow
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